Post-event Text Message Catch-all Deal

[callbacks]

[Dave's not going to be super social for about a week apart from making sure all his friends are more or less intact, but he won't be ignoring his phone, either. He just doesn't really want to go out of his way to talk to anyone. If anybody wants to get a hold of him, the best way would obviously be to leave a text here.

If anyone wants to talk to him some other way, that's fine, too, actually! Good luck tracking him down IRL, though, if that's what you're after. He's got his time powers back and he's abusing them even more than usual.]

Comments

[callbacks]

ok but youre the one playing fridge tetris this time
ima stay over here with the shuriken and cherry bombs where its safe

[Knock knock.]

[brotimaeus]

hah.
just do me a favor while youre there and turn the food processor on ok.

[Then the door's opened, and Bro's looking far too amused.]

Hey, kid.

[callbacks]

[Dave hands over the root beer with a flat expression.]

I thought you quit the puppet snuff business.

[brotimaeus]

Can't quit somethin' like that. It calls to me.

[He takes the beer, ushering Dave inside.]

You ain't gonna tell me to stop doing the things I love, are you?

[callbacks]

[Dave pushes his hood back and pretends to consider it.]

I guess not as long as you keep providing me enough empty calories to trash a small nation's obesity levels.

[brotimaeus]

That's a promise I can keep.

[And he's just going to ruffle your hair, kid, because augh aren't you the cutest fuckin' thing to grace the planet.]

Just spoons, yeah?

[callbacks]

[Augh Bro why. He tries to finger-comb it back out of his face.]

Sounds cool. No whining when I get the last scoop, though. [He straightens a little.] I need the calcium, I'm still growing.

[brotimaeus]

[Because you're adorable and he just has to mess with you.]

No promises.

[He'll just walk away to get said ice cream.]

Drink some milk or somethin'.